Third-rate School Leader

Episode 12

Welcome Bima Yoo Su-kwang’s eyes sparkled.

How many people can say something like that when they have the best divine law in the world right before their eyes?

‘He seems like a nice guy, except for his cocky attitude… .’

Thinking so, Hwan-Bima spoke with ease.

“Find a girl and take care of her. Also give her something.”

Dokgo Jin frowned.

It was a seemingly easy but perplexing request.

Find the girl and take care of her?

If I had accepted it blindly, I might have spent my whole life chasing only girls.

It is impossible for the Heavenly King to break his promise, right?

“Where should I go to find it?”

“Until three years ago, I lived with my maternal grandmother in a house across from Dongwhajang on Nanyang Street.”

“You survived?”

“I saw that child three years ago on his birthday and I haven’t seen him since. I wonder if he’s still living there….”

“What’s your name?”

“Yoo Soo Ah.”

“How old are you?”

“…I’m eighteen now.”

“What does it look like?”

“Very… cute and pretty.”

“Even hedgehogs think their babies are cute and pretty.”

“It’s true, you punk!”

Are you swearing?

Should I not grant you a favor?

But for that, I wanted the Welcome Heavenly God Dharma.

He didn’t need to have such a perfect divine law, but he thought it would be a good gift for the priests.

“Your name is Yoo Soo Ah, you’re eighteen years old, a cute and pretty hedgehog. Is that right?”

Welcome Bima glared at Dokgo Jin.

Even if I had to meet someone, it would be a shame to meet such a strange guy.

But he himself found it difficult to take even one more step, and he had no time to ask others.

“That’s true, except for the hedgehog.”

“How will you teach the Welcome Heavenly God method?”

“I’ll tell you the spell first. Then I’ll interpret it for you. It would be best if you saw it for yourself, but my body is in this condition right now….”

Dokgo Jin didn’t ask for more either.

He came out of the cave and approached the welcoming Bhima.

“Okay. Then, let’s start with the spelling.”

My voice was getting smaller as I lost strength. If I missed even a single word, it would be a loss.

He came close and concentrated.

After a while, the welcoming spirit’s eyes trembled.

It was ridiculous.

I read it to him twice at most, and he memorized it all. I read it to him over thirty times and memorized it.

I understood it even though it was only interpreted once. I had racked my brain for three years to understand it.

Does this make sense?

Could it be that he already knew the secret?

That can’t be true.

My master, who died twenty years ago, spoke clearly.

-You are my only disciple.

My master was a man who, even though he had a bad temper, never lied.

“Who are you? What do you do?”

The lips that asked trembled.

Dokgo Jin answered calmly.

“Cheonhwamun Ambassador Dokgo Jin. I told you earlier, didn’t I?”

“Oh, how did you memorize a thousand-character verse after hearing it twice…?”

“You have to hear it twice to memorize it. Do you think I’m stupid?”

Welcome Bima’s mouth opened wide in surprise.

So does that mean you were the most foolish of fools?

“So, did you understand it after hearing the interpretation once?”

“It wasn’t that difficult.”

It wasn’t a complicated knot compared to the Cheonchu Mama Gong.

“…….”

The shocked Hwanbima flinched with her eyes wide open.

Dokgo Jin looked at him and said.

“Just ask one thing.”

“what…?”

“How did you know about Maryeong-dong?”

“Ma, how do you know about Maryeong-dong?”

The body of the dying welcome bima almost jumped up.

It’s surprising that a young girl from the mountains knows about Maryeong-dong, a place that few people in the world know about.

“Macheonjon.”

“what?”

“I am… the grandson of Ma Cheon-jon Dokgo Kang.”

Although his throat was a little sore as he spoke, Dokgo Jin lied like that.

“I heard it from my grandfather.”

It was really frustrating and annoying to have to hide something.

Even though it was a lie, I felt strangely relieved after telling my own name.

“Tell me. How did you know about Maryeongdong, the haunted place?”

“Keu-keu, keu-keu-keu.”

The welcoming Bima, who had been laughing with blood spitting out of his mouth, grumbled as he spoke with his bloody throat.

“The master… went there and came back… and died.”

He barely managed to finish speaking and his eyes widened and fluttered.

“So I… went there to get revenge on those guys… and got one thing….”

The voice got smaller and smaller. I couldn’t hear it unless I strained my ears.

The last words were barely audible even with my ears pricked up.

After mumbling like that for a while, he died with his eyes wide open.

Dokgo Jin clicked his tongue when he saw the dead man.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you must have had a hard time. Dying with your eyes wide open.”

First, he took the things in the arms of the welcoming maid.

All that was in his bosom was a small leather pouch.

“What is this? Is this all?”

He grumbled and opened his pocket.

It contained about ten nyang of silver, a black bead about an inch in diameter, a norigae (a type of ornament that girls might like), and a jade ring.

Perhaps the norigae was bought to be given to a daughter.

Dokgo Jin took out the black bead and examined it.

The bead was shiny like a black pearl. It felt like a black cloud was rippling inside the bead.

But as I watched quietly, a strange heat rose from my chest.

He realized that the source of the heat was ‘life’, so he gritted his teeth and took his eyes off the marble.

‘Whew, that’s some terrible magic… Wait, did you get this from Maringdong?’

Feeling a chill, he put the marbles back in his pocket.

“You crazy bastard, why are you bringing up such a weird thing?”

Dokgo Jin, who put the bag in his bosom, climbed up to a slightly higher place while carrying the body of the welcome horse.

He dug a flat piece of land, buried the body of the welcomed Bima, and prayed for his soul to rest in peace.

“Don’t worry too much. If you live, I will find a way to find your daughter, so rest in peace in the afterlife.”

I was determined to keep my promise.

Haven’t you got a gift for the priests?

However, I felt uneasy because of the words of the welcome message he left before he died.

‘Are you saying that the demons from Maryeong-dong came out?’

Dokgo Jin’s eyes became deeply sullen.

Where the source of evil lies dormant.

It was known that Maryeongdong existed deep in the Maekyungcheonchubong Peak of Sacheonseong.

The problem is that the demons of Maryeong-dong came out into the world to catch the Welcome Bima.

It is said that Hwan-Bima barely managed to shake them off with all his might, but was so frightened that he ran away for two days, another two thousand li.

“You idiot, you have nowhere else to go, so you’re going to go into that place where crazy ghosts are installed?”

Dokgo Jin grumbled as he spoke, but he seemed nervous.

When I was the Lord of Macheonseong, I heard a legend about Maryeongdong.

-When the seal is broken and the Demonic Cave opens, the demons of hell will come out into the world… .

“Damn it! Surely these aren’t actual demons from hell?”

Dokgo Jin, who had been grumbling, looked up at the sky.

Gray clouds were rolling in, covering the peak of Dongbaeksan Mountain.

“It feels so dirty….”

* * *

As I devoted myself to training, my qi increased rapidly.

By the time winter passed and spring came, he had surpassed thirty years of virtuous cycles. Naturally, this was thanks to the virtuous cycles infused through the Baekhoehyeol.

With his power backed up, Dokgo Jin began to practice the martial arts he knew.

However, it was not possible to train in magic as it was.

He suppressed his will to live and purified his magic so that it would not be revealed to the outside.

As annoying as it was, it was better than having to deal with the hassle of magic.

In the meantime, Dokgo Jin organized several martial arts techniques.

First, he selected the recipes he knew and applied Cheonhwagong’s swordsmanship to Baektasansu.

A total of eighteen superfoods were created.

That’s why it was named Cheonhwasippalsik.

Although it is a type of martial art optimized for swordsmanship, it can also be used as a swordsmanship, martial art, or boxing technique depending on how the transformation formula is combined.

The Welcome Heavenly God’s Law was also divided into the ‘illusion’ and ‘flying’ results, and then a fairly plausible new law was created.

“Hmm, this seems like it would make a good gift for the kids.”

Dokgo Jin put down his brush and smiled with satisfaction.

The result of a month of thinking turned out to be better than expected. No, it wasn’t just good; it was so excellent that even Ma Cheon-jong was impressed.

“I should make this the main martial art of Cheonhwamun.”

Dokgo Jin first went to find Jangsan Lee with the martial arts skills he had organized.

Jangsan Lee, who had seen the martial arts, was amazed.

It was not possible to clearly understand it with his ability, but even just seeing it once made him see that the knot was extremely profound and seemed like an excellent herb.

Surprised, he stared at Dokgo Jin.

“You made this?”

Dokgo Jin looked around with an embarrassed expression.

“Rather than making it, I just organized it a bit.”

“organize?”

“I memorized the martial arts rules that were passed down in my family when I was young, and I tried mixing those rules with Cheonhwagong.”

“You know the secret of your family’s martial arts? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I don’t know why, but I had completely forgotten about it. But it started to come to mind recently.”

“Ugh….”

Lee Jang-san had many questions, but he didn’t ask any more.

He also knew that Dokgo Jin was the son of a nobleman.

Maybe he couldn’t remember the old saying he had memorized because of the shock of his family’s downfall.

‘Did I remember it because I was shocked when I fell off the cliff?’

At some point, his speech and personality also changed, and that was also after he fell off the cliff.

‘They say that people can change when they get a big shock to their head…’

It has been said that sometimes people go crazy, sometimes they are fools, and occasionally they are geniuses.

If it was due to a blow to the head, Dokgo Jin was likely the latter.

Plus, my lost memories came back, which was the icing on the cake.

The important thing is that there is absolutely no harm to the disciples.

“Anyway, these martial arts are truly amazing. I think this master will be able to close his eyes in peace.”

From that day on, Dokgo Jin taught the martial arts he had created to his disciples.

The priests were jumping for joy.

In Dokgo Jin’s eyes, it was just a basic herbivore, but to the priests, it was a peerless martial art.

The priests spent most of their time in the yard, except for sleeping and eating, hoping to quickly become strong and protect their master.

I sweated so much that I could almost smell the salty air from the dirt in the front yard.

He was worried that he might collapse if he kept doing that, but Dokgo Jin did not stop him.

To survive in the world of martial arts, you must go through countless extreme situations.

The hardships I’m going through now are not poison, they’re medicine.

A few more months passed and as summer approached… they came.

It’s been a year since I left.

* * *

“Hey! Long time no see.”

Geumdogwang entered the yard, raised his hand, and smiled.

The four disciples of Cheonhwamun who were training stopped their movements and looked towards the main gate.

It wasn’t just Geumdogwang who came. Seven more people followed him in. Among them was Dokongseok.

“You’re here.”

Cheol Woo-young, who was closest to the main gate, bowed his head awkwardly and greeted me.

Geumdogwang saw that and smiled.

“You guys have grown up so much, haven’t you? Just last year, you were fluffy little kids, but now you look like young men.”

Dokgo Jin asked in a blunt tone.

“What brings you here?”